• “Were did she go?” Asked a man as he helped a comrade as three others looked around. Prior to this, there was a light scuffle between an unknown female assailant and some city guards who were sent in pursuit of this unknown.

    “The hell if I know, but she didn’t go far…” one guard said picking up a discarded long coat, it had a few holes in it, all fresh from musket shot. “She’s injured obviously, but…how can anyone survive a volley-?”
    “Beats me and-” a loud bang as the guard’s head snapped back before the body collapsed to the ground.

    The musketeer guards scuttled the street and hugged the stone wall on both sides. “where did that come from?!” a guard asked loudly as he looked both ways of the street between the seven. “Obviously somewhere.” one replied as he rammed a fresh cartridge down the barrel of his bess. “You three.” he pointed to the three guards on the opposite side after he had returned the rammer under the barrel. “Check your pans and move up the street,” he pointed the up the street in front of them, “Bet the b***h is hiding not far up ahead.” two of the three nodded in reply before they moved back into the street with trained haste.

    Little did the guard realize that they were being watched by a scope in the building in front of them. “Dumbshits…” A female spoke before the Mauser she held barked. The shot ripped through the throat of the first of three guards. As his body fell the other two ducked behind a pair of abandoned vender carts; obviously they had seen the muzzle flash. “Shadanian rifle!” one of them shouted back up the street, “Watch your selves!”

    The second guard raised his brown bess and fired at the window he had seen the yellow/orange flash, yet he learned that the window was closed as he herd glass shatter. “I think she moved.” He spoke as he ducked back down to reload. “You think?!” the other asked before peeking back down after hearing a the roar of the rifle. Small chunks of wood spewed passed him.

    Back down the street, the other guards began to move up to back up the struggling two. “Take cover you fools!” one of the two shouted before another boom that scored a shot through a guard’s cap. “Enough of this!” the guard captain growled as he stopped to aim his musket at the building, “The rest of ya, fire after me!” he ordered before he fired. The others, almost in unison, fried as well. Balls of varying calibers tore into the building but none of their senders would know if they had hit anything.

    After a moment of silence, “Reload!” the captain barked as he and the remaining guards tore cartridge to reload. After the captain had reloaded he looked at the building, “Sharpshooter!” he called out, “We know that you are wounded, lay down your arms and come out with your hands above your head.” he ordered as he and others aimed at the building. “We suggest you shouldn’t risk another volley!” shortly after saying so.

    The door of the building swung open slowly, each guard panning their musket at the opening. Soon, a figure walked out, A woman, standing at an average height, wearing the uniform of a shadanian officer: a cotton dark gray uniform top that is open showing a white shirt underneath, dark color trousers that had a seemingly empty gun belt with empty holster. Her boots clumped lightly on the cobble street as she emerged from the building holding the sniper rifle she had used to slay some of the guards. Her hair, a neck short ivory white, hid most of her face, impeding instant analyses of facial features; yet hidden, a pair of eyes glared at the guards.


    “Drop the weapon!” a guard ordered before the shadanian complied by slowly dropping it on the ground next to her. “I hope that is dye.” a guard thought aloud nervously in whisper. “why so?” another asked over hearing him, his companion ignored him as they watched the woman slowly raise her hand to place them behind her head.

    One by one the guards stood up, moved out from behind cover to surround the fugitive. As they got closer, they can tell that she was bleeding that eight different musket ball wounds dotted her anatomy. A gushing hole in her breast, two holes in her stomach, one in each leg. One across the arm, another in the shoulder and one more just below her neck line. “I can see you a bit worse for ware Shadaniain.” the captain spoke as he handed his musket off to a guard. He walked up to her as he could get a better look of her face. As his hand reached for her face, she flinched trying to pull her head back, “I would suggest you don’t move.” the captain warned as he brushed the bangs of hair out of her face.

    The metallic blue eyes stared back at the captain, realizing finally, the captain stepped back in surprise, “that could explain it!” he exclaimed, “Y-Your Cheryl Wolf…Joshua’s daughter…”

    “Took ya this long to realize that Nordian?” Cheryl asked with a small cold scowl on her face, “You ******** be glad that I’m sparing you for now.” she growled while keeping her hands behind her head. “Pssh, be glad she says.” the captain turned to his fellow guardsmen, “She’s sparing us while we have her in custody!” he laughed, “You seem to lost much blood half-necro, for you must not be thinking clearly.”
    “Thinking clearly as in being able to snipe several of your men, or no thinking clearly to warn you guys to leave me be?” she asked not removing her eyes from the captain.

    The captain was caught flat footed, he then snapped, “See here!” he spoke turning with his saber drawn, the blade tip touching her neck. “Your responsible for the slaying of our commander in your haste to leave this town, so you must tend to the jail for your crime against the people!”

    “More likely you guys wanting a piece of this because your seriously desperate.” she smirked as she gently shifted her hand around something on her back; a few ooohs came from several of the guards as they herd the snap of her tongue. “Enough of your foul mouth Necromanian!” the captain roared slightly digging the tip into her neck, “You come with us so you can rot in our jail for the month…maybe the drunkards would appreciated the company.”

    Cheryl then smiled coldly, “How about not.” she spoke before she whipped her hand from behind her back, the sound of a sword behind drawn was herd. The captain recoiled and backed up from the shadanian, “She resists! Fire!” then the guards aimed and fired their muskets into the woman. She reacted with each impact but remained standing, gripping the sword she drew, her teeth showing in grimace from the pain she feels. “oh hell…” a guard grumbled as he was awed by the immortal’s feat of remaining on her feet.

    “My turn.” Cheryl spoke after a short breath, she then swung the sword and it sliced across the chest of the nearest guard. “Get her!” the captain ordered pointing at Cheryl. The guards, hesitant at first, charged at her with bayonets poised to strike. Yet, they were in vain as another slash dropped another guard; he fell gripping the gash across his head.

    She parried a bayonet lunge to her right then rammed the blade of the sword into the guard’s stomach. She yanked the flint lock pistol from his belt, worked the hammer with one hand, aimed and fired at the next guard charging at her. He was knocked backwards with a hole in his chest. Shoving the body of the blade she flipped the flint lock in hand to grip it by the barrel. She swung the pistol like a club to redirect a lunge to her left to take a slash at the guard’s throat, then across his chest.

    As the last guard fell, The captain watched in awe as she quickly killed all of his men before him. As she turned dropping the empty pistol to take a look at the captain. The captain in turn steadied himself, gripping his saber with both hands before charging at her.

    Swinging away, his blade met with hers with a loud metal bang. She kicked out, breaking the lock as she swung at him from the side, the blades met again with a faint spark from the colliding swords. Shoving forward, the captain stepped backwards, trying to keep his footing, “This is how your father taught you to fight?” smirked the captain as he blocked another downward swing.

    Cheryl swung a fist at the captain but he leaned back at the cost of the block. He, however, managed to land a swing across her side as she had been stumbled by the captain. She stepped back holding her side, “Give up.”
    “Never.” she then took her sword with both hands and swung her hardest at the captain. The guard stepped back, but was slow to move his saber in the way as she quickly lunged at him.

    The sword impaled him just below the ribcage. His mouth dropped open as he gasped by the immerse amount of pain he was in, As he struggled in vain to get off the cold steel, Cheryl leaned in, “You should never bring my father into my fights.” she whispered into his ear, “also-” she twisted the sword, the blade doing more damage on the inside, blood trickled from the captain's lips as his eye's widened “-you should of disarmed your prisoner when you had the chance.” she then backed away to shove a boot into his chest, kicking him off the sword.
    As his body fell to the ground, he blinked as he gasped his last staring at the sky above. Cheryl watched the captain die while she sheathed the sword on her back. Looking at the kills she made, she turned to walk over to her dropped rifle.

    Picking it up, she worked the bolt, “still had one left.” she mumbled as she watched the bullet fly from the action. Picking it back up, she loaded the round in before closing the bolt. “It’ll all I’ll need.” she thought aloud as she walked up a side street. Leaving behind a mess that were the city guards.